Singing again, but he didn't mind. She did have a good voice, it wasn't as if it weren't enjoyable. He moved out of the cave to stand by her side, looking out at the contrast of the sun and snow, the coldness and the warmth. So many times those two had been juxtaposed, in him and those around him.

"She’s taking her time making upThe reasonsTo justify all the hurt insideGuess she knows from the smileAnd the look in their eyesEveryone’s got a theory about theBitter one..."

He trotted further into the snow, the biting cold nearly coming up to his knees. He turned to face her, devilishily ablaze in the sunlight. "Try to lose the bitterness, firebrand. It won't bring you any good, it hasn't for me."

He turned from her and started to leave, toward the east and the desert beyond the cold.